Back up on my * again,
* up all these dividends
They wishing death upon me,
I got this 50 for many men
Talking real reckless,
lil' nigga,
then wanna shake hands
Make her buzz pussy,
then make her come back and buzz bands
Foot up on they necks,
how I'm stepping and now they can't breathe
Niggas turn pussy when they caught up in a tight squeeze
She be talking like I ain't that nigga,
I'm like,
bitch,
please
I'm from the H,
so when you see me,
gonna chunk the East
Don Dada,
that top shot,
if we touch Gwala You're a J-cat in the game,
that's surrounded
by rottweilers I'ma pop it off proper and ain't nobody can
stop us From the valley to the bay,
Central Valley
up north,
we popping up Tribe Gang nigga cooking dope up in the Pyrex
Child of the trenches,
real product of the projects
Tribe Gang nigga cooking dope up in the Pyrex Child of the trenches,
real product of the
projects I been repping it from the start,
I'm from
that old school 209 Straight representing Kings County,
559
With Central Valley living,
told you jealousy will never cease
Straight from the heart,
pride by choice,
PBC Shout out to the goer boy,
this is how
it's done Counting on them suckers,
represent where I'm
from Cause we still riding, still brown priding
Fools hating on me cause I'm still north of side
And still that same G that I was back in the day
Got my boots laced, cause the valley don't play
Creeping through the darkness,
riding sub slow and low
You can kiss my * if you wagging like a
ho Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no
lies It's that crazy life, it's that crazy life
It's that gangster *,
won't stop and it won't quit
20 years later, still respected by the actives